My Hand

That thrill of the hand

The one that cups mine in strong and warm embrace

And, I accept it

hands

Knowing at that moment, it is the most important

The most intimate, touching my soul, my trust

It scares me, while loving me

That moment of human touch,

The bridge beginning in fear, ending in the life path


Seldom felt, seldom trusted, less earned

The thrill of humanity


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